I would like to talk about the cosmic light of the night.
It's like feel the force, the blue.
Eyes of cotton will fall to fill the pillow of your consciousness.
Where is the naked sound of a topaz.
It's hidden yeah in prying vapors of light.
Light for the main fuel, the main of our three bodies.
Those well sharpened in the sword of my imaginary eternity.
I stayed with melted trumpets that speak of the
visualization of a warm face hidden in my eyelids.

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